Lyrics Somethin 4 da Youngsta's - Da Youngsta's, Nevelle Hodge, Edward "DJ Eddie F." Ferrell

Somethin 4 da Youngsta's

There was a time, I used to wish I was older
So I can look over my own shoulder
When it came time for partyin
I always had to check with a guardian
You know, mom and dad
Sometimes I think about the fun I could’ve had
Swingin with my crew
I used to boo-hoo about my early curfew
If I didn’t show up, I’d be on punishment
Guess where the rest of my week will be spent
Yeah, in the house, lookin like a jerk
My boys are havin fun while I’m doin housework
I remember one time in the game
I could hear my mom callin my name
I had two strikes, workin on the third
Somebody yelled out, «Yo, Qu’ran’s a early bird!»
But I ain’t pay it no mind
Cause back then a hard head made a soft behind
My mother always said, «Don't worry 'bout a cup
It’s all a part of growin up»
But nevertheless
Like they say — mom knows best
This is a little somethin for the youngsta’s
(Listen up youngster)
A little somethin for the youngsta’s